In this blog we will share with you our vision of beauty, balance, harmony.

As Mark Leach writes in his book Raw Colour with Pastels: “Sound is all around us, and it is musicians who refine that sound into something of beauty. As a painter, I have always felt that my purpose is to craft colour in a similar way, to see through the confusion and seek harmony and beauty.”

And we add: Words, fragments of sentences, spoken noise is all around us, and Ken arranges words in such a way as to capture beauty in the accidental, the ambient soundtrack of life.

Monday, July 14, 2014


Ghosts - 60 x 80 cm acryl on canvas

Sometimes I see one
or two of them, coming literally
out of nowhere but doing quite
ordinary things like, as is routine
here in Berlin, dancing around dog
shit on the sidewalk, a seriocomic
ballet of evasion, or pretending
to contemplate a shop window.
Then I’ll spot the giveaway: this one’s
missing the tension that once gave life
to Eva’s face, or the damp sheen of awareness
in her eyes; and that particular pseudo-apparition’s 
wearing shoes that Jonathan, whose sense of style was not
so much acute as World Historical, wouldn’t be caught
dead in. They usually arrive with a grip on
my heart and lungs, can’t catch my breath, feel like there’s
a balloon in there gradually expanding. A real ghost
doesn’t haunt the streets of Berlin, but lives in the mortal soul, is
an indelible moment such as when my grandmother reached
out to me through a fog of terminal morphine,
the door of her hospital room
open, I, seventeen-years old,
standing in the corridor as I turned away,
too sad and frightened to touch her,
too utterly abandoned to say good-bye.

Requiem by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Herbert von Karajan conducts The Wiener Philarmoniker

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